Chicken Soup for the Soul

Faith 
We're a rugged breed, us quads. If we weren't, we wouldn't be around 
today. Yes, we're a rugged breed. In many ways, we've been blessed 
with a savvy and spirit that isn't given to everybody. 
And let me say that this refusal of total or full acceptance of one's 
disability all hooks up with one thing-faith, an almost divine faith. 
Down in the reception room of the Institute of Physical Medicine and 
Rehabilitation, over on the East River at 400 East 34th Street in New 
York City, there's a bronze plaque that's riveted to the wall. During the 
months of coming back to the Institute for treatment—two or three 
times a week—I rolled through that reception room many times, coming 
and going. But I never quite made the time to pull over to one side and 
read the words on that plaque that were written, it's said, by an unknown 
Confederate soldier. Then one afternoon, I did. I read it and then I read 
it again. When I finished it for the second time, I was near to bursting—
not in despair, but with an inner glow that had me straining to grip the 
arms of my wheelchair. I'd like to share it with you. 
A Creed For Those Who Have Suffered 
I asked God for strength, that I might achieve. 
I was made weak, that I might learn humbly to obey ... 
I asked for health, that I might do great things. 
I was given infirmity, that I might do better things ... 
I asked for riches, that I might be happy.
I was given poverty, that I might be wise ... 
I asked for power, that I might have the praise of men.
I was given weakness, that I might feel the need of God ... 
I asked for all things, that I might enjoy life.
I was given life, that I might enjoy all things ... 
I got nothing I asked for—but everything I had hoped for. Almost 
despite myself, my unspoken prayers were answered. 
I am, among men, most richly blessed! 
Roy Campanella 

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